Pleasure Spirit Chapter 4

Pleasure Spirit

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This story contains loads of paranormal stuff as well as magic and (gasp) a plot. I will try to have as many sections start with sex as possible, but the first section will require background. Sex scene is towards the end of this chapter.
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Chapter 4: Next Friday Night (MF, mc, oral, 1st, shower play)

The week dragged on, Lucius asked his parents, a few teachers and Nayla if any of them knew of job opportunities. Nayla suggested Birmingham (but didn’t elaborate). Nina and he didn’t want to go to a football game again (she didn’t care for the sport), so they went to a dinner [movie] theater but the health department did a snap inspection about 3:30 that day and closed them down for violations. Nayla rolled up in a 26 year old 15 passenger van (‘antique car’ tags but very little nostalgia-appeal). She offered to put her vespa in the back and the three of them team lifted the motorbike.

Nina asked Nayla, “So what are your plans for tonight?”

“Fun and profit.”

About 2 hours or so, they rolled onto the Reservation near Philadelphia (the Philadelphia nearest Cuba, Alabama). In the parking lot, Nayla asked them how much each had. When they told it, it handed the same amount. “If you double that, you owe me 1.5 times what I gave you, else I don’t care if you pay me back or not.” She also told them to hold their IDs as if they were printed landscape (i.e. the way 21 or older are printed) not letter (as ones made when the owner was under 21). “They will think your birthday is the same, but barely legal.”

“How?”

“Would you believe, Jedi mind trick?” Nayla said with a laugh.

“We’re going to get caught.”

“Then by the agreement, you don’t have to pay me back.”

“Fine, I’ll try it.” Nina shrugged.

“I’ve seen this shit before. If this were a sequal to Anansi Boys, I’d think she’s Spider’s sister.”

“Never heard of it.”

Nayla laughed, “Thank you, I try to make life interesting. Never READ the book…” She pulled out a cardboard sleeve mostly blue-black and red with several CDs in it and the title Anansi Boys by Neil Gaiman in large, but unemotional, letters (a different book had large friendly letters on the cover).

Nina said, “I’m not sure how much I remember for your gaming course.”

“Simplest game to play is blackjack.” Nayla clarified.

“Let’s sit at the same table.” Lucius suggested.

This was an Indian Casino, so the lowest table game with 3 seats available was $15 per hand. They sat and within about an hour, Nina had turned her 20 and Nayla’s 20 combined into 250 (or 220 after she realized it and gave Nayla the 30 she owed). Lucius had only the 20 Nayla gave him then the 20 she leant him but turned that into 330 (thanks to the side bet that only he tried and others would have lost on). Nayla was doing even better: started with $100 and was up to $1313 (not including either companion’s repayment). Nayla was helping herself and friends by telling them what the next card in the shoe and the hole card via telepathy. This gave Nina and Lucius to wave off additional cards when they had 13 or 14, knowing the dealer had a 9 and 6 (even when the next card in the shoe was a 7). Nina was beginning to believe she was psychic and not even known it.

They wanted to try other card games and this eventually got them the Mississippi Stud table. Nina thought about her mother and how unlike her it was to not call her when she was around Lucius (or anyone else for whom Caridad had only uncharitable comments). Nina asked Nayla about this. Nayla said, “Your mother got very sleepy. She’s asleep at the moment and will remain so until 8:30 tomorrow morning… sorry this morning (another 7 hours). You could call and still not wake her.”

Nina was torn, if she didn’t call in, she’d be scolded and perhaps grounded for this, but she wondered if letting sleeping mothers lie would be better course of action. Nayla added, “Chose one course of action and I’ll make it the better one.”

Nina left, rang her mother (and got the answering machine), left a message and hope she didn’t call back.

“She stayed asleep.” Nayla stated (not asked).

“Sí.” Nina said numbly.

By the time they were ready to color up, they had each had increased their piles and had slightly over $3000 among them (with Nayla still owning the majority, albeit smaller majority). Nayla accepted a comp room and Nayla Lucius and Nina there. “Nayla, who are you?”

Nayla replied, “I’m an alien from a different dimension. My species has no body in any sense your biologists would perceive the term. Since I lack mass, I can travel faster than the speed of light.”

“Nothing can travel faster than the speed of light.” Nina objected.

“Not quite true. Nothing WITH MASS can travel faster than light’s speed. I have no mass. I can create a body to interact with corporeal creatures. I’m young for my kind, but I’m the oldest one on this planet (well there are some trees older than I, but I’m older than the two oldest humans put together). Most of my species think you muggles… in the meaning that shortly predates a story in many volumes that added another definition to the term.”

Nina looked to Lucius.

“Uninteresting, inept or boring.” Lucius gave the correct definition and some incorrect ones.

“How can you nourish yourself without a body?” Nina asked.

Nayla said, “A very intelligent question. Emotions among some animal species on your planet, cause… there’s no word in your languages, vibrations is the closest, but I loathe paranormalists and their terms.”

Nina looked confused, “¿Esta non sequitur?”

“Sorry, I got side tracked, the upshot from this reality is that pleasure, joy and everything similar nourishes me.”

“Oh.”

“I’m weakened right now and I could use a little nourishment. The casino is making too much money right now to dig through the shit for the morsels.”

Nina asked, “What do you want from me?” She wasn’t sure she wanted the answer.

“Experience pleasure of some sort.”

“You mean have sex with Lucius.”

“Or me, or someone.”

Lucius said, “Nina, I’m willing–“

“You planned this?”

“No.” Nayla pushed the concept that she was dead serious into Nina’s mind and Nina was too inexperienced around it to know the difference between her and its thoughts (thus her mistaken belief she was psychic).

“I’m not on anything. I haven’t decided who’d have my virginity. I don’t even know how to suck a dick.”

“Nina, relax.” Lucius was already on kneeling on a pillow with his side against her left leg (her thighs were closed. “One act that I saved doing for someone I felt a real emotional connection for. I swear you can’t get pregnant from it. I’ll even keep penis in my boxers (although I’ll be removing my pants).”

“What?”

“Ever hear the term Cunnilingus?”

“No idea what that means.”

“It’s… in Spanish, I suppose: boca por el placer de la dama.”

“Why remove your pants?” Nina now suspected her mother was right about Lucius.

“My erection is making keeping them on, uncomfortable.”

He stood, removed them slowly, hiked the boxers back as was and the head of his penis barely peaked out his boxer’s left leg, “Now for your pants and nickers… if you don’t want this, you don’t have to.”

Nayla nodded, “You could just try necking or something.”

Lucius crawled over her and Nina laid back almost like a pair of dancers. Lucius kissed her lips gently and repeatedly. Then Nina grabbed the back of his head, pulled him to her and stuck her tongue into his mouth. Lucius got even harder (he was discovering he liked it better when the woman penetrated his mouth). He caressed her breasts though her sweater vest, cardigan shirt, sleeveless undershirt and full-cup bra. “Nayla, please buy me a razor and shaving gel.” Nina begged.

“Why?”

“I need to shave under my shoulders and legs.”

“I won’t hold that against you.”

“If you’re not teasing about… ‘mamas su’.” touching her crotch as she spoke the Spanish words, “You might want me to shave.”

“Would you permit me to look?”

Nina barely held back tears when she said, “Please don’t hate me.” After a few moment, you remove them, I can’t bring myself.”

Lucius unbuckled her belt. She put all her weight on her soles and shoulders as she lifted her ass off the bed. He removed her jeans and panties as a unit. Before she could let herself down, he pulled her jeans off her feet and sent her Birkenstock knock offs bouncing off a wall. He tossed her jeans onto the other bed, then put his nose into her crotch, inhaled and gave a two word assessment, “Muy delicioso.” (most delicious).

She smiled nervously. He slid his hands over her thighs. The did feel something like sandpaper and said, “Nayla, please hurry on that razor and cream; Will I need to use that too?”

She felt his cheeks, smiled and nodded. They continued to fondle and French kiss as Nayla literally ran into the empty stairwell, then appeared at the ground floor, exited the stairs, picked up the hair removal tools and ran up the stairs as fast as her current form allowed (she picked up her wad of cash and room key card when she got back to her floor… nothing that she didn’t create could make the ‘instant trip’). She stuffed it in her pocket as she left the stairwell.

Once back in her room, she handed the blue razor named after an olympian and women’s unscented shaving cream. From the purse it had created, it removed a small pair of scissors (these were very sharp and while they existed from because of it’s desire to, they were still real at this moment and therefore usable). “¿Por qué?”

“Would you like me to remove just your leg hair?”

“Or what?”

“Want to find if bald is beautiful feeling?”

“You want ‘mi coño sin rizados’?”

“Yes, but feel free to veto it.”

“I’m keeping this hair tonight.